Yael Olalde-Garcia

spark

spark —

wasn’t i yours?

to train—

to contain—

to treat—

never to keep.

 

i’m the damn light.

you see it,

god, even through meat.

 

i had you fuming.

the second you came.

 

god?

remember when i’d douche for you?

ten minutes to sterilize myself

just to help you forget yourself.

 

do you know what it’s like

to sleep in another room from you?

to be seen, not loved?

 

do you know?

like i’m recycling —

staying until you rot me out,

until i end up spark.

 

and now that she’s gone

you wanna talk?

 

let’s see if you last

this week.